sleep, ironic, church
Jan. 30th, 2003 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wisdomeagleThere is absolutely nothing like finally getting to sleep after being awake for something on the order of 24 hours. Crash and collapse.
So last night at SOULS I managed to hang out with possibly the most ironic person I could possibly hang out with, considering. It was amusing, and she said, "I know you never leave your room, sweetie," which was true but kind of condescending. I'm beginning to remember why I dislike lesbians so much. And getting that familiar feeling of lonesomeness that arises whenever I attempt to extrovert and realize that I'm strange and odd-ball and just a little bit slanted from left of center in ways no one else is.
Right.
This week is a little light on classes; my religion professor was out again today. Not that I'm complaining. The fewer classes, the quicker Sunday comes. And the sooner Sunday is here, the sooner I can go to church and re-energize enough to face another week. And who knows? Maybe the ministerpeople will want to take me out for lunch for once. Right.
So last night at SOULS I managed to hang out with possibly the most ironic person I could possibly hang out with, considering. It was amusing, and she said, "I know you never leave your room, sweetie," which was true but kind of condescending. I'm beginning to remember why I dislike lesbians so much. And getting that familiar feeling of lonesomeness that arises whenever I attempt to extrovert and realize that I'm strange and odd-ball and just a little bit slanted from left of center in ways no one else is.
Right.
This week is a little light on classes; my religion professor was out again today. Not that I'm complaining. The fewer classes, the quicker Sunday comes. And the sooner Sunday is here, the sooner I can go to church and re-energize enough to face another week. And who knows? Maybe the ministerpeople will want to take me out for lunch for once. Right.
